Amphere Harrison
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As the morning sun gently illuminated the room, I savored the aroma of my freshly brewed coffee, a comforting ritual that had occupied my last five minutes. My anticipation grew as I prepared myself to return to the cathedral, eager to see how Airi was faring. The clock struck five, and a sense of excitement coursed through me. However, the realization dawned on me that H.G.'s process required a full twenty-four hours, meaning I had to go back at eleven AM. Despite this, my excitement remained undeterred, bubbling beneath the surface.
Yet, amidst my eagerness, I couldn't shake off the troubling words Princess Elkyria had uttered during the funeral the day before. "Please lose your next battle in the tournament." Those simple words weighed heavily on my mind, and our chance to discuss it further never arose. Her expression, though fleeting, betrayed a sincerity that was hard to ignore.
The implications of her request filled me with concern, as it suggested that she didn't want me to become her knight, not now, nor in the future. Such a revelation cast a shadow of doubt on all the efforts we had invested in pushing forward the Dragonoid Rights Bill. If I were to win the tournament and she still harbored resentment, it would undoubtedly lead to conflicts that jeopardized everything we had strived for together.
Yet, a mischievous thought crept into my mind, an unorthodox idea that could potentially bypass the tournament altogether. Perhaps I could negotiate and leverage a deal – my loss in exchange for the passage of the bill. The absurdity of the notion didn't escape me, but I couldn't help considering it. Why did the Princess want me to lose the tournament? The question gnawed at me, leaving me bewildered and searching for answers.
Suddenly, a gentle knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. Setting down my empty coffee cup, I approached the door and opened it to find the young Duchess Corasell standing there. Normally a vision of beauty, her hazelnut hair now tousled, and her eyes showed signs of exhaustion, resembling panda-like dark circles. She was dressed in her pajamas, a clear sign that sleep had eluded her.
"I-I came here to apologize, Sir Amphere," she said, bowing her head in contrition. "I'm sorry for being so rude to you all this time. I promise I won't treat you harshly anymore."
Doubt gnawed at me as the young Duchess Corasell stood before me, offering an unexpected apology at the break of dawn. Nevertheless, I invited her in and served a steaming glass of chocolate milk, letting her watch the morning news on my TV. As she absorbed the information, she continued, revealing that Miss Kyrie and Miss Reina had recounted my side of the story to her. Though she understood my actions, losing Sir Estoff Wraith had deeply affected her, for he had been like a protective older brother to her.
"I'm sorry about that," I expressed sincerely. "Since it's entirely my fault, I'll do my utmost to become your second big brother."
My words seemed to catch her off guard, causing her to struggle to conceal her emotions once more. "Y-You don't have to do that… I-It's not your fault," she stammered.
Amidst our conversation, the television reporter delivered shocking news, capturing both our attention and leaving us awestruck. "According to our sources, the new leader of Arcadia is the former duke, Yuri Dragunov. He has held a private press conference at an undisclosed location. We have current footage of the event, which is going viral as we speak."
The screen shifted to reveal a white-bearded man standing on a stage. The backdrop featured the emblem of the terrorist group Arcadia; a dragon sigil brandishing a sword and shield. How the cunning demon had managed to garner the support of Arcadia remained a mystery, but the real concern lay hidden within his speech.
"My dear citizens of Alterra, I stand before you as Commander Yuri Dragunov, the new leader of the freedom group Arcadia. You are well aware that the former freedom fighter, Commander Estoff Wraith, has been ruthlessly slain by his own student, Amphere Harrison, alongside Airelina Frembell. Now, I step forward to guide and serve you, continuing Wraith's mission of securing freedom for all dragonoids across the world. Witness the path to true liberty unfold before you! With pride and determination, I hereby declare the commencement of the Fourth Dragonoid War! Dragons versus Humans! Dragonoids against the Empire of Alterra! We shall seize the empire and claim our freedom! Viva Arcadia!"
A chorus of voices erupted behind him, chanting in unison, "VIVA ARCADIA!!!"
I quickly sought the remote and switched off the television. The situation was escalating rapidly, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Dealing with the malevolent general had already cost many lives, and now a new threat had emerged.
My mind felt burdened, juggling multiple pressing concerns. Airi's revival, strategizing to defeat the formidable opponent with the Dracaryx in the upcoming tournament, understanding why the princess objected to me becoming her knight, researching my Eye of Deus power, and finding a way to avoid confrontation with Arcadia while bringing down Dragunov – the weight of these challenges threatened to engulf me.
In the midst of my mental turmoil, I pondered what Estoff would do in such a predicament. And then it hit me – he'd drown his troubles in alcohol until he felt completely wasted. But before I knew it, the young Duchess was already rummaging through my refrigerator, handing me a canned pint like a skilled American football player. To add to my astonishment, she pulled out a bottle of wine.
"You're too young for that!" I exclaimed as I watched her pour the dark violet liquid into her glass.
"Don't worry. I'm used to it," the duchess reassured me casually. "My father always let me taste our wine back at the plantation." In one gulp, she downed half of the contents. It struck me that her parents had failed to instill proper manners in her, allowing her to behave so unrestrainedly.
Five hours had passed since our departure, and I was already regretting my decision to drink. Richard, my faithful escort, had provided a portal for swift transportation, which was a relief, considering how sick I would have felt during a regular journey by car, ship, or plane.
However, even with the portal, I couldn't escape the effects of my alcohol intake and ended up vomiting upon arrival. The priests and priestesses nearby stared at me, their eyes filled with surprise. Richard apologized on my behalf, though I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
With a rather "dramatic" entrance, I slammed the grand door open and barged into the healing spring area, somewhat akin to a prank. Startled, the six priestesses and her holiness H.G. looked at me. I knew I would have to apologize for my audacious behavior later, but my main focus was on Airi, who was supposed to be revived at this moment.
Amidst the haze of alcohol and my remaining eye playing tricks on me, a beautiful lady with scarlet hair stood before me. Slightly taller and curvier than Airi, she had the figure of a supermodel. However, her attire as a shrine maiden somewhat diminished the effect.
"A-Amphy..." The shrine maiden's crimson eyes glistened with tears, revealing her sensitive nature. Despite the familiarity of her eyes, my intoxicated state made it difficult to comprehend.
In my drunken state, I turned to Richard with a hiccup and asked, "Hey, is this Airi's sister? She's a lot prettier."
Richard's astounded expression confirmed my suspicion as he replied, "...That's Airelina..."
Feeling quite intoxicated, I attempted to scrutinize the features of this Airi look-alike. Undeniably stunning, she possessed a matured body paired with an adorable, blushing baby-like face. My thoughts became incoherent as I mused that I would genuinely consider marrying someone like her.
But then, an unexpected surge of emotion overcame me. I touched my chest, attempting to gauge my erratic heartbeats. At that precise moment, the shrine maiden's chest emitted a radiant blue glow, signaling the activation of a Vesryn Pulse. The sudden urge to shout, "Activating Vesryn Pulse," washed over me, but I realized the consequences – it would cause havoc in the underground cathedral.
A deafening silence followed, and I found myself gaping in confusion. It took a full minute for the realization to dawn upon me. "A-A-A-Airiiiiii!!!" I called out her name, my voice filled with a mixture of elation and surprise.
With tears of euphoric joy streaming down my face, I leaped into her arms, embracing her tightly as though I had rediscovered the beloved teddy bear I had lost at the tender age of two. In that moment, I cared not for the closeness of her body pressing against mine, as my sole desire was to have her wrapped securely within the confines of my own arms.
Amidst the overwhelming emotions, she responded with a mix of bashfulness and affection, her cheeks blushing with a hint of embarrassment. "W-We can continue in our love nest if you like! Totally!" she offered, trying to match the intensity of the moment.
"No!" I hiccuped, my voice trembling with passion. "Don't you dare make a move on me just because I'm drunk!" I protested, tightening my grip a little more, though careful not to cause any discomfort.
Despite my intoxicated state, Airi wore a gentle smile as she reciprocated my embrace, mirroring the same tenderness I had shown her moments before.
"I'm back, Amphy. Totally!" she whispered, a glimmer of fondness in her eyes as if our souls had reunited after a long separation.